Wedding Night

We were lying in our hotel room, watching the television, the night of our wedding. It had been the most romantic event of my life, and I was so in love. Harry began kissing my neck. Then he whispered in my ear that he loved me. He trailed kisses down my neck and finally reached my lips, ending with a passionate kiss to them. We both knew what tonight was all about. We both had saved ourselves. We both wanted it to be perfect. I, for one, knew it would be.
He put his forehead against mine while our noses touched and told me how perfect I was. I giggled. Then he told me how he loved each part of my face, kissing it as he said it: my eyes, my ears, my nose, my lips. He then pulled me close to his chest and cuddled with me, telling me all the reasons he married me, leaving sex for last. I smiled at that. He brushed his lips against mine in a tiny kiss, then kissed and nibbled my neck a bit again.
As we snuggled under the covers, he trailed his hand slowly over my chest, rubbing my breasts through my t-shirt - we hadn’t changed yet. He whispered in my ear how beautiful he thought I was, and that he loved me more than anything. He kissed my neck, then my lips, then he kissed my nose, asking me softly if I was ready. I nodded shyly, slightly nervous about what we were about to do. This would be the first time he’d ever seen me in lingerie. I asked if he’d like me to change, and he said he'd love it, but he’d miss me. I smiled.
I changed into a lacy white thong and a lacy white slip in the bathroom and put a silky white robe on over it - gifts from my wedding shower. While I did this, he changed into his silky red and black boxers, then dimmed the lights in the hotel room. He knew I preferred it that way. He also turned up the heat for me, so that I didn’t get cold and feel uncomfortable. He’d always said it would be sexy, so I found his tie from the wedding and put it on, loosely. I told him to shut his eyes, and I walked into the room, posing in the doorway. I told him to open them, fully expecting him to laugh at the fact that I was posing for him, but he didn’t - his eyes got wide while he stared. He came over to me and whispered in my ear, begging me to tell him that I had nothing on under my robe. As he finished talking, he trailed kisses from my ear to my lips, ending in a passionate kiss.. I told him that I couldn’t promise him anything, and he groaned playfully but softly in my ear.
He gently tugged on my hand and lead me to the bed. As we snuggled on the silk sheets, he kissed me again, with more passion and want than before. He nibbled my neck and grabbed my hand, slowly moving it down his body, until he got it to the place he wanted it. Using my hand, he massaged himself a bit, sighing at how good it felt. I felt how hard he was, and I liked it - I liked knowing I could make him feel that way. He whispered again in my ear that he loved me, and it was all for me. He kissed me passionately, and not so gently in his eagerness. I squeezed him gently one more time on my own - he breathed in sharply, breathing out a soft, "Oh, Merlin." He moved my hands up on his chest - I felt his heart pounding under his skin. He told me that it beat for me. He kissed me very gently, then asked me to stand up. I did, and he slowly untied my robe. As it fell to the floor, his eyes got wide and his breathing became fast and shallow. His lips were slightly parted in surprise. I heard a small whimper of desire escape them, and I moved closer to him to satisfy it. He tugged on the tie to pull me closer, faster. He crushed my lips with his in his excitement. He untied the tie with his teeth, and slipped it off my neck. He took it in his hands and whispered in my ear how beautiful he thought I was, and how he needed so badly just to make me happy. He kissed my neck all the way around, going to the tip of the V on my slip before going to the other side.
He whispered to me to close my eyes, and I obeyed. I felt the soft cloth of the tie brushing against my face, and I knew he’d tied it over my eyes. He asked if I trusted him, and I replied with a loving yes. He gently lead me to the bed and helped me lie down in the center, kissing me softly again. I felt soft feathery handcuffs against my wrists - he was being so very gentle.
He kissed me again, softly, asking if I was alright. In answer, I lifted my head looking for his lips, and he sweetly obliged with another gentle kiss. He kissed down my body, through the middle of my chest to my belly button. I still had my slip on, but I could feel the heat from his lips through the thin material. He travelled the kisses down first my left leg, then my right, tying each one to the bed posts in succession.
"Oh, my sexy Ginny, you're all mine!" he half-growled in my ear, tickling my neck with his tongue. I giggled. He asked me in a playful-angry voice if I thought he was joking.
“No, sir,” I replied.
“Shh,” he told me. “Don't speak.” He wanted it quiet.
He sat back and admired my slip-clad body by the low light. He told me that I was the most beautiful thing in the world. He said he didn't know if he could keep his hands off me a second longer, and I begged him to kiss me. He told me he wouldn’t do a thing if I kept talking. He teasingly called me a bad girl. With my lips I soundlessly begged for a kiss, and this time he gave it to me - full of passionate hunger and desire. I let out a small whimper.
"Hush, now," he said. "That's bad. And you know what I do to bad little witches." I shook my head, and he acted surprised. "Don't you? Well, well, well...how about that." Through my slip, he lightly traced his finger around my nipples, one at a time. He asked if I'd like to find out. I shook my head. “Not yet,” I said aloud. He smacked my ass, and I squealed. “Quiet,” he ordered. I pressed my lips together, a sign of my submission. He didn't like that, though, so he kissed me gently, prying my lips apart with his soft tongue. Once he had achieved his goal, he told me again that he loved me. I started to tell him the same, but remembered that I wasn’t supposed to talk.
"It's okay, my precious Ginny, you can say it back," he told me gently. Without missing a beat, I told him how much I loved him, too. His fingers were again tracing rings around my nipples, making sure I didn’t get bored. I sighed with desire. He reached for our bottle of chocolate body paint, and began to paint designs on my lower thighs - the upper part was still covered with my slip, although he quickly fixed that. He pulled it all the way up to just below my breasts. I had a lacy white thong on under it, however. He groaned - “More clothes?” he asked. “Bad girl.” Another smack to my ass. He painted all over me, then gently - slowly - deliberately licked it all away. I was almost melting with need by the time he finished. I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my parted lips.
"Hush, sexy one. You'll get yours," he told me as he smacked me again. I wriggled a bit, not being able to stand it. He pulled my slip the rest of the way up. Suddenly I felt something soft and tickly on my side, my stomach, my other side, my breasts. I writhed with the sensations it created. Another smack told me to be still or else. He put the feather down. His lips were on mine in a passionate kiss. They were then suddenly on my breasts, licking rings around my nipples. I couldn't help it, I writhed and squirmed, I couldn’t stand the desire, the want, the need for him. I wanted him so badly I could no longer stand it.
He seemed to understand, and clamped his mouth on my nipples each in turn, sucking and licking them, gently, but roughly enough to keep me excited. I longed to hold him, to run my fingers through his dark, messy hair as he did that - I asked him, and he uncuffed my hands. Oh, I held on to him so tightly as his mouth moved on my chest. He reached up occasionally and kissed my lips. He stopped for breath for a moment, and in that moment I held his head to my chest and he told me he could hear my heart pounding. He asked if I was okay, and I said I was, but I didn’t want to be tied up anymore - I liked holding him too much. He told me he liked it a lot, too. He gently licked each nipple once more, then he took my hand and moved it down to his thighs. I noticed that he had removed his boxers. He told me how much I turned him on, and how badly he needed me to do something about it. I was happy to oblige, although he stopped me before I got him too close.
I loved the feel of his rock-hard cock in my hand…it was so big and wonderful. It made me just want that much more from him. I felt his soft, gentle hands following the curves of my body ever downward. Before he reached his destination, I asked him to untie my feet - I'd rather be cuddled for this. He said okay, and he took my thong off, too. The next thing I knew, I was completely buried in his arms, his lips on mine, ever gently. I felt his hand touching me down there. I heard his breath intake as he discovered and whispered how hot and wet my pussy was, and how much he liked it. He ripped off my blindfold and kissed my eyes. I found his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. He shuddered, and his breathing became shallow for a moment. He started in really fast and hard on my clit for a moment, and I jumped. He kissed me again, and he could tell I was beginning to get close. He used my hand to massage him again for a split second. Then he laid me down on my back and gently parted my legs. I breathed deep and closed my eyes, waiting, anticipating. I could feel his cock in my pussy trying to get in...it was so tight.
He kissed me and stroked my hair, telling me to just relax and it would be okay. He kept gently pushing, trying. Finally, he was able to push his way all the way. I cried out in pain. “Shh,” he said, soothingly and softly.
"It's alright," he told me. "I know it hurts at first, but let's just lay here and get you used to this, then I'll make you feel so good you'll forget about it, I promise, my Ginny." I trusted him. My breathing slowed, and then I realized that he was actually inside of me. “Oh, Harry,” I breathed, and he kissed me passionately. Then he asked if I was alright, and I replied that I was. He kissed me again, and started to slowly move inside me, just a little. I cried out again, and he stopped right where he was. He apologized and tried to relax me by kissing me. “Relax, my sexy Ginny,” he said. He tried again to move and this time it was easier for me. He asked if I was alright, and I said yes. He still moved slowly, only gradually going faster so that I could get used to him. It started to feel really good, and I asked him how it felt. He said it was heavenly. He couldn’t believe it. He said he’d dreamed of having sex with me, but actually making love - it was more than a dream. He began to moan with pleasure, telling me how much he liked it. His breathing came shallower and faster, and his heart beat faster and faster. I could feel the tingling in me. I breathed quicker and started to scream, softly at first. He covered my mouth with his in a harsh but passionate, love-filled kiss. His tongue was strong in my mouth, fighting mine.
I started to yell, "Oh, oh-" and his voice combined with mine in one passion-filled chant. "I love you," we said at the same time, with barely enough breath to. Then neither of us could think enough to say anything any longer - we just shared the most passionate kiss in the world and he moved as fast as he possibly could - I felt my muscles clenching inside of me and every time they did I felt him spurting inside of me, so warm and wet and wonderful. He finally slowed down because he couldn't stand it anymore, and I was still clenching.
He collapsed into my arms, no longer having the strength to hold himself up. Though my arms were weak, I managed the strength to stroke his hair. I held his body close to mine, trying to calm my breathing. I felt like I could have held him like this for the rest of my life, just the way we were. He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. Three simple words were enough - "I love you," he told me.
"I love you, too," I said back. He moved so he was no longer inside of me, but laying next to me. He leaned over to kiss me, and I welcomed his soft lips.
"That was amazing," he told me softly. I could only nod. He hugged me close, then kissed me gently. He asked if I was sleepy, and I told him I was. He offered to stroke my hair until I fell asleep, which he did. My last thought before I fell asleep was how much I seriously loved him